"Good morning, Mr. Ning."
"Good morning."
"Good morning, Mr. Ning."
"Morning."
The green plants on the National Science University campus rustled in the wind.
Ning Youguang walked with an umbrella on her way to the classroom, feeling the chill in the breeze.
All around were students rushing to class.
Pressed for ti, they still didn’t forget to greet her.
After hastily greeting her, they ran through the rain to the classroom, their light footsteps and splashing water droplets on the wet cent ground.
Faintly, their annoyed conversation carried on the wind:
"Damn, why didn’t anyone remind that Mr. Ning has a class this morning?"
"Who’s supposed to remind you? You were too busy playing gas, they’d be happy if you didn’t go!"
"We can’t even get a seat in the goddess’s class, who wants more competition?!"
"Hurry, let’s see if we can still squeeze into the classroom."
"..."
Ning Youguang chuckled, unhurriedly following them towards the classroom.
...
Inside the public multidia classroom of the National Science University College of Humanities.
A classroom that could initially hold over a hundred now had a few hundred students packed in.
Besides the seats below the podium, students stood or sat on the steps, in the empty spaces on either side, at the back of the classroom, and even in the hallway outside the door.
However, the way they listened to this class differed from the usual teacher’s class.
Many students secretly used their phones to record audio and take pictures.
"Okay, let’s analyze the psychology of the character from the movie clip just now. Adult n and won use their peers as emotional support, no longer troubled by the Oedipus or Electra complex. However, so people never escape and instead create based on these psychological complexes..."
A sowhat dull psychology course was made more captivating by the young, exquisitely beautiful female teacher on stage, who delivered it in an engaging manner.
While the students were taking photos and videos, they were still paying attention to the class.
They managed to take photos while also taking notes.
This has been the new skill developed by the students of the National Science University College of Humanities since Sister Ning beca their substitute teacher.
...
Soon, the class bell rang.
As soon as Ning Youguang announced the end of the class, many students surrounded her to ask questions.
"Mr. Ning, were you talking about a concept proposed by later-stage analysts just now..."
"Mr. Ning, does the Japanese director Takeshi Kitano also have such psychological traits?"
"Mr. Ning, the Oedipus complex..."
These students crowded around Mr. Ning, yet they all respectfully maintained a certain distance while approaching her.
The current situation was one that Ning Youguang encountered every ti she taught a class.
After patiently answering a few of the students’ questions, she smoothly exited the multidia classroom amid the students’ farewells.
With a smile, she walked out of the teaching building, and the rain had already stopped outside.
The National Science University is an institution many students passionate about academia aspire to. In recent years, it has fostered nurous elite scientific research talents for the country, and the campus atmosphere is rich with learning.
Walking through the campus, Ning Youguang reflected on her experiences over the past few years, with images so vivid they brought joy.
She carried a transparent umbrella in her hand, holding her teaching materials in her arms.
A gentle breeze blew, and the air slled of fresh, damp earth.
It’s the unique scent of spring. 1314
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